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"
This
place
is
entry
-
monitored
,
right
?
"
"
Naturally
.
"
Nyman
’
s
tone
was
still
chilly
.
"
Was
there
much
activity
the
day
Bancroft
went
to
Osaka
?
"
"
No
more
than
usual
.
Mr
.
Kovacs
,
the
police
have
already
been
through
these
records
.
I
really
don
’
t
see
what
value
—
"
"
Indulge
me
,
"
I
suggested
,
not
looking
at
him
,
and
the
Envoy
cadences
in
my
voice
shut
him
down
like
a
circuit
breaker
.
Two
hours
later
I
was
staring
out
of
the
window
of
another
autocab
as
it
kicked
off
from
the
Alcatraz
landing
quay
and
climbed
over
the
Bay
.
"
Did
you
find
what
you
were
looking
for
?
"
I
glanced
at
Oumou
Prescott
,
wondering
if
she
could
sense
the
frustration
coming
off
me
.
I
thought
I
’
d
got
most
of
the
external
giveaways
on
this
sleeve
locked
down
,
but
I
’
d
heard
of
lawyers
who
got
empath
conditioning
to
pick
up
more
subliminal
clues
to
their
witnesses
’
states
of
mind
when
on
the
stand
.
And
here
,
on
Earth
,
it
wouldn
’
t
surprise
me
if
Oumou
Prescott
had
a
full
infrared
subsonic
body
and
voice
scan
package
racked
into
her
beautiful
ebony
head
.
The
entry
data
for
the
Bancroft
vault
,
Thursday
16th
August
,
was
as
free
of
suspicious
comings
and
goings
as
the
Mishima
Mall
on
a
Tuesday
afternoon
.
Eight
a
.
m
.
,
Bancroft
came
in
with
two
assistants
,
stripped
off
and
climbed
into
the
waiting
tank
.
The
assistants
left
with
his
clothes
.
Fourteen
hours
later
his
alternate
clone
climbed
dripping
out
of
the
neighbouring
tank
,
collected
a
towel
from
another
assistant
and
went
to
get
a
shower
.
No
words
exchanged
beyond
pleasantries
.
Nothing
.
I
shrugged
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
I
don
’
t
really
know
what
I
’
m
looking
for
yet
.
"
